You run a marathon as if it were a sprint,
Till you find your pace in each terrain.
You push your limits on another's scale,
Till you make it a race with your past.
You defend against chance opponents,
Till you realise this ain't your game.
You rest with just a deeper breath,
Till you glance beyond the finish line.
You dismiss the ache of dormant ability,
Till reason finally catches up with you.
You know all along what you want to do,
You're just too scared to say it aloud.
And that you've noticed life's hard knocks,
Only tells me you may be on the wrong path.
India tax surcharge around 50 lacs and how it impacts the actual in
hand money (marginal relief on the surcharge payable)
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I have allways known that their is some surcharge around the 50 lac mark
that impacts how much tax you pay as your income exceeds 50 lacs, 1 crore
and s...
6 months ago
